Ezra Pound

Threnos

Threnos - meaning Summary

Loss Rendered in Repetition

Pound's short threnody enumerates pleasures and intimacies—winds, desire, touch, speech, knowledge—and repeatedly announces their absence. The recurring refrain Lo the fair dead! turns the catalogue into a litany of mourning and finality. The speaker moves from personal ache to resigned acceptance, insisting that familiar comforts and communal meeting-places are gone. The poem registers bereavement as a series of small losses that accumulate into irrevocable emptiness.

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IN o more for us the little sighing. No more the winds at twilight trouble us. Lo the fair dead! No more do I burn. No more for us the fluttering of wings That whirred in the air above us. Lo the fair dead! No more desire flayeth me, No more for us the trembling At the meeting of hands. Lo the fair dead! No more for us the wine of the lips, No more for us the knowledge. Lo the fair dead! No more the torrent, No more for us the meeting-place (Lo the fair dead!) Tintagoel.

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